She closed her eyes, and decided to give it a try. Thankfully, she had waxed her bikini line just in case he’d agreed to her seduction request the day before.
He kissed her inner thigh, and she moaned. His lips were soft and full, yet there was a commanding quality about them. Her skin prickled under his touch.
The sweep of his tongue over her thigh sent a rumbling through her body. She squirmed, and he caressed the back of her knee with his hands, the kneading bringing more turmoil than relief. Oh. My. God.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked between her legs.
“No,” she choked out.
“Tell me when to stop.”
She inhaled, then hissed out some air. “Okay.”
Using his index finger, he outlined her swollen lips, caressing her lightly. She quivered, and it was like someone had set her stomach on fire. Who was she kidding? Her entire body was a delightful, incendiary mess. With a groan, he slipped his finger into her. Rubbing. Teasing. Circling.
Arching toward him, she gathered her courage and gazed at him. A wicked smile curled his lips, and he looked at her with the intensity of a train in full motion. She didn’t shy away from the stare, and something inside her softened. Warmed.
“You’re stunning,” he said.
So are you. The soft office light cast a glow over his gorgeous and smooth ebony skin. She wished his designer suit and jacket were on the floor. To have him naked and fully appreciate his body. The possibility caused a primeval rush of adrenaline, starting at the top of her head and surging all the way down her curling toes.
She stayed with him, focusing on him until he leaned down and his head disappeared between her legs. The moment he started to kiss her, oh, she knew it—that heaven wasn’t just a six-letter word. Her eyelids dropped, and she moved her head from side to side. Unrest brewed and grew from her very core.
Her clit turned into a bundle of nerves, and it didn’t help her that he started flicking it with his thumb. Hhmmm… She squirmed, her legs fidgety, her body darting signs at her that she wouldn’t—couldn’t—last long.
Suddenly, he intensified the rhythm, and his tongue thrust into her, swirling into her wetness. Moans she could no longer suppress flew from her mouth, free and wild like birds let loose from cages.
The ceiling moved, or was it just her blurry vision? Sweat beaded her skin, and crazy tremors surged through her, as she undulated. For a moment, she died—her body subsided, and a blissful peace filled her.
“Wow.” She wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand.
Devon smiled at her, and watched her with a lot less intensity than before. She shifted to a sitting position, feet dangling. What was happening now? Her pulse spiked. Were they going to have sex in his office? She didn’t have condoms or anything, besides—
“Here.” He handed her the undies.
She chewed on her bottom lip. “Thanks. What’s next?”
“You should go home and get some sleep.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t have any condoms with me,” he said. “Besides, I think you should ease into it.”
“Ease into it? Like surfing lessons?”
“You’re not ready to go all the way yet. You told me to stop just now. With your eyes. You were worried.”
How could she argue against him? He was probably right, even though she felt ready. “Since sex is your expertise and not mine, I have to agree. We’re going to though, sometime, right? All the way.”
A smile curled his lips. “That’s the plan.”
She shoved her panties inside her bag, and adjusted her skirt. Didn’t need to touch her hair to know it was messy, but she did it anyway. “What made you change your mind?”
“You.” He stared deep into her eyes. “You changed my mind.”
